Before I realized that what I was facing was demons, I thought that they were friendly spirits of people long deceased. Now, I know the truth but l have not shared my new knowledge with my family, who is still under the impression that ghosts exist. My mom and dad have lived with their existence for so long that my witnessing to them is a super delicate situation and one that I am not yet ready to confront. I keep praying that when the time comes God will guide me in the right direction.
Anyway, given my parents beliefs I knew that upon my Grandma's death, (she recently passed after a long battle with Alzheimer's disease), I would most likely be told about or experience some sort of demonic activity, spirit activity where my parents are concerned. In the past when they want to "play games" they have created a smell or a scent, reminding mom and dad of those who have passed. For instance when they want to make my dad think that my Grandpa is "around" they make the smell of cigar smoke... I figured the least I could expect after my Grandma's passing was the profession of the smell of (say) chocolate chips and apple pies or something along those lines. Since it was something I was anticipating I said prayers over my Grandma right before her passing and in Jesus name asked that she be left to pass with Angels looking over her rather than demons. I said the prayers in my parent's house where throughout my life is where most of the activity has taken place (any house where my parents dwell). I don't know if it helped or not, but I pray that it did. However, here in my own home the day after my Grandma's death, my five year old was on my counter top in the kitchen getting a cup. I was walking down the stairs with my two year old under one arm and a puppy under the other when I heard W. jump down from the counter. When I got into the kitchen he said to me "Mom, something pushed me off the counter." I know how kids are, especially my own, so I asked him a couple questions. Number one I said "Are you telling me the truth?" He said he was. I felt a little scared so since I was getting ready to leave anyway, I put the kids in the car, came back in the house and said a prayer asking Jesus to please rebuke these demons from my home and to keep our family, pets and house safe. The thought that W. had been making up a story had not escaped me so I waited about ten or fifteen minutes before getting back to him about it. I said to him "W, what happened in the kitchen?" He said again that something had shoved him. I asked him "Well, what did it feel like." And he told me that it felt like when his daddy pushes him on the swings. It was a good detailed description without hesitation or a even hint of comedy. So, I said to him "Did it feel like hands" and he said "yes." Once more I asked him if he was telling the truth because he is five and when he is joking with me, he will come clean, but his response was the same. He was telling me the truth.
I managed to get through the rest of my day, but when I got home the fear that I felt was awful. I started feeling like it was one thing to mess with me and my dreams and whatever, but it was a totally different situation when it started involving my son. This is the same son that I suspected to be emotionally influenced by demons. Once I started praying for him in Jesus name his anger and rage subsided to almost a non-existent level. The fact that they had put their filth on my child made me scared and angry and I spent several hours on the phone with my best girlfriend, the one who helps me to carry this burden. She talked to me about scripture and helped my try to figure out why this was happening. By the end of our conversation I had come to a few conclusions. They most likely got what they wanted with my fear eating at me all day. I thought maybe also that it had to be a test of faith. I realized that God could have allowed something worse to happen and when I have faith and put my problems on His plate, He will take care of me and my family. I also wondered if this wasn't the direct result of my Grandma's passing but just something rearing it's ugly head to see if I had yet lost my faith and if the slimy thing could worm its way back into our lives.
This was the last instance of anything demonic happening here. Thank God. I pray every night for dreamless sleep, spiritual blinders, faith, and safety from whatever harm may lurk. In my last post I got the advice to get rid of all things in my home "occult related" and though I didn't think of it before as a problem, having remnants of my old life here may be keeping a door open. So, it looks like I have some cleansing to do. Meanwhile, any advice and comments are welcome. Thanks for reading....